#age:11

Her classes with the Gryffindors had been a whirlwind of snarky comments and sickly sweet smiles between the two. Dorcas Meadowes could not stand the blonde that was Marlene Mckinnon. Something irked her about the girl, she was too much for Dorcas. It seemed like an unspoken agreement between the two to utterly hate each other. Although, here they were after getting into an argument in Charms, both girls had been sent to detention with Filch. His cruel tasks of cleaning the trophy room. Looking up at the girl with a glare, Dorcas sneered pettily. “You do realise this is all your fault? Your immaturity landed us here on a Friday night.” Rolling her eyes towards Marlene as she polished off the quidditch trophy from 1965. “If you hadn’t made such a fuss about that charm, I obviously didn’t intend to singe your feather.” She totally had intended to do it. 

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Severus opened his eyes, and stared up at the ceiling. By the sound of it, the other boys were excitedly getting dressed, chatting about classes, and wondering if breakfast was going to be as good as dinner had been.

Severus sighed and rolled off his bed, paying very little attention to the other boys as he got dressed. He had only gotten half of what he’d wanted yesterday: he’d been sorted into Slytherin, just like he’d wanted -- just like his mother -- but Lily . . . Lily had been sorted into Gryffindor. 

His mother hadn’t had a lot of good things to say about Gryffindor. “Nasty people,” she’d said, curling her lip. Bullies. Heads filled with dandelion fluff. “A Gryffindor‘s only good for Quidditch.”

None of that described Lily. But she’d been sorted into Gryffindor. . .

Severus bit his lip as he walked towards the Great Hall. Perhaps there’d been some mistake. Lily couldn’t be in Gryffindor while he was in Slytherin. She simply couldn’t.